17 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Samantha Cote @SamCoteWriter vs Jodie Griffin @jodie_griffin #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231Tuscan Seduction – Samantha Cote

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Marco’s hand landed on her butt with a sharp crack. Isabella yelped from shock at the unexpected reprimand and from the sting. She clutched his biceps when her legs weakened from a sudden wave of animal lust.

Turning from the mirror, she looked up into his flinty eyes. “Marco,” she whispered in admonishment as her juices flowed to coat her inner thighs.

Looking unrepentant, Marco clutched a globe in each hand. “Round and full. The way a woman’s ass should be.” To emphasize his point, he gave her other cheek a light slap.

Isabella gathered up his shirtfront in both fists and scowled at him. “I should kick you where the sun don’t shine,” she said with a slight hiss.

Marco responded by cupping the back of her head and kissing her with brutal force. She pushed against him, although her clit throbbed excitedly. She ceased struggling when he slid a finger down her cleft and pressed the digit at her back entrance. She waited, breathless, to see what he would do. Instead of entering her nether passage, he stroked the entrance, making her pussy clench at the dark promise.

Marco continued. “Never forget you are beautiful. And I will hear no more self-criticism. I don’t like it.” His lips set in a firm line. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Isabella responded, her voice quivering. He looked that mad.

He stroked her cheek with his other hand. “Good. Now don’t move,” he said.

He crossed to the other side of the room and lifted a low, wide footstool. It was a sturdy wooden piece, covered in thick upholstery.

Marco placed the footstool in front of Isabella and lifted her onto it. Although he still towered over her, it gave her maybe five inches in height. Isabella stared into the mirror, watching Marco divest himself of his sleep shorts and then position himself behind her. One of his hands closed over her breast while the other stroked his turgid flesh.

He gave her ear a gentle peck, then inserted a knee between her legs and spread them far apart. “Arch your back for me, Bella,” he murmured. “Give me full access to your body.”

It was surprisingly easy. And it felt oh so sexy. Marco bent his knees and positioned himself at her entrance. Then, clasping her hip and tightening his hold on her breast, he rammed into her balls-deep. Isabella bit back a moan, all too aware that the other boarders were down the hall.

As Marco picked up a steady pace, Isabella reached behind and wrapped her arms around his neck. She watched as he fucked her, his muscles bulging and his face tight with passion. She pushed into his touch when his fingers moved to her clit and stroked the swollen flesh with devastating skill.

Isabella continued scrutinizing the images in the mirror. A hulking brute loomed over a much smaller female, one powerful hand on her mound and the other clutching her breast. He looked possessive, demanding. The woman whimpered, and the man rammed his thick steel into her with so much force, her breasts bounced from the impact.

Really fucking hot.

At one point, their gazes locked. Isabella realized her entire body was on display for Marco’s enjoyment. He could view her from the front and the back. There was no hiding herself from him. He wouldn’t allow it.

And for some reason, that realization made her all the hotter.

Without warning, Marco stopped and pulled out. Isabella gave a small cry of protest, but instead of responding, Marco secured each of her wrists in a hand and pinned her arms at her sides.

“Bend over at the waist,” he instructed. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold you and keep you safe.”

Isabella did as he instructed. Marco held on to her wrists and pulled her arms behind her in a taut line. She stared at the floor, literally hanging in the balance from the footstool. Although not uncomfortable, it was a vulnerable position. One that demanded total trust on her part.

And her complete submission.

Her clit started throbbing even before Marco shoved his cock into her moments later.

“You can take me, baby,” he said in response to her choked gasp.

Isabella looked up through the curtain of her hair. Marco pistoned into her body, his heated gaze riveted to the site of their joining. Suspended in space, Isabella could not match his rhythm. In this position, she had to take whatever he gave her.

Or so he thought.

Isabella leaned forward and bent lower, forcing Marco to tighten his hold on her wrists as he gained deeper access to her body. She clenched her pussy around him and watched as he bared his teeth and emitted an agonized snarl. He slammed into her so deeply, she felt him nudge her cervix. A flash of pain, combined with almost unbearable pleasure, streaked through her when Marco began dragging his engorged flesh over the bundle of nerves at the front of her channel.

Her climax was as powerful as Marco’s rapid thrusts. It crashed over her with such intensity, the only sounds she could manage were tiny pants. As the waves of ecstasy subsided, she continued hanging in Marco’s grip, feeling a sense of rightness stealing over her as he continued using her body for his pleasure.

With some effort, Isabella managed to wiggle her ass. It had its intended effect. Marco started pounding into her with such ferocity, his heavy testicles struck against her clit with enough force to spark new arousal. It ignited and licked over her clit just as she felt him reach his crisis.

Marco tugged Isabella into a standing position and held her tightly against his hard frame. As his warm seed began filling her womb, he pinched her swollen clitoris. She arched back in shock as another wave of rapture swept over her.

Marco covered Isabella’s mouth in time to smother her involuntary scream. Imprisoned in the safety of his arms, Isabella rode out the longest orgasm she’d ever experienced.

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Tied and Twisted (Best Bondage Erotica Anthology) : Jodie Griffin
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Ropespace. I love it, and Mason knows it.

“Here we go, love. Lift your arms.”  Mason’s low words were murmured. There’s not much talking when he’s working his magic. He lets me zone out, his touches sure but gentle, his hands directing me where he needs me to go. He began wrapping rope around my body in a harness —my shoulders, my chest, my waist, my hips—and I swayed along with his movements, my eyes closed.

“Fucking beautiful.” His words came from behind me and landed in my ear.  I smiled, in my happy place. Then he pinched my nipple and bit my neck and I shivered, leaning back against him. His hands continued to touch me, adjusting rope, teasing skin.

I heard him say thank you—to the safety monitor, I guessed— and then he maneuvered me a few steps forward.  I still had my eyes closed, but I felt him attach my harness to the suspension ring, and then a bunch of tugging as he shifted me horizontal, my feet coming off the ground. He pulled harder and lifted me higher, then tied the ropes off.

I was face up, floating on air. I let my head drop back and my arms fly to my sides, my bones and muscles shifting to settle within their rope bounds. I gasped as part of the harness, ropes that ran between my legs, came to rest in the crack of my ass. The knot Mason had tied in them was at exactly the right spot to press against the fat plug he’d teased and tortured into my ass this morning.

It felt so damn good to be outside, naked, swinging from a tree in a very adult, very kinky twist on a favorite pastime. September was the perfect time for this. Not too hot, and most of the mosquitoes were gone. The sun was warm on my body, and a light breeze ruffled the leaves on the trees.

Mason bent my leg and wrapped rope around my thigh and calf, binding them together. Apparently I wasn’t going to be allowed to simply fly free today. My muscles screamed for a moment, but when he finished the tie, they relaxed.  He moved to the other leg, doing the same.  This time, though, he tied it off to the ring, so one bent leg was up, and the other was hanging down, not suspended by anything but gravity.  Air blew against my core, making me shiver, and then I realized it was Mason, not a warm late-summer breeze. He licked me until I thought I’d lose my mind, twisted the butt plug and then, when I groaned, bit the inside of my thigh.

His hands coasted over my skin, between my legs, inside my body, touching me as though he had every right to, and he did. I’d given him that right the day I’d accepted his collar, and again when we’d said our wedding vows. And I loved it, more than I’d ever be able to describe to anyone. Mere words couldn’t measure what being dominated by my Master did for me.

The bite of the rope and the scratch of his skin melded into one long stream of sensation, but he still wasn’t done. Again he worked silently, allowing me time to bask in the quiet in my head.  He cuffed my wrists together behind me with more rope, then tied them to the leg that was hanging free.

I heard murmurs around me but they were just white noise. I was focused on the touch of Mason’s hands and let out a gasp when his mouth sucked hard at my nipple. He clamped one and I groaned.  He laughed and did the other, then tied them off to the suspension ring, tugging at the clamps, causing a delicious ache between my thighs. I made some noises but couldn’t form any words to beg him to stop—or do it harder.

I’m not sure how long Mason let me drift there, but it was long enough for my mind to empty of clutter.  It was a gift of time from my Master, the one man who knew every chaotic inch of my heart, body, mind and soul.

I felt free, and safe, and loved.

Soon other things began to filter in, though I was still floating in ropespace. Mason’s hands supporting my head, his thumbs brushing my cheeks. “Open, baby,” he murmured in his deep, deep voice.  I did, and he pushed his cock inside, gliding against my tongue. I licked him and sucked, but a flick of the rope attached to the nipple clamp had me moaning.

He bent over me, whispering in my ear in a sing-song way. “Mason’s got Addie strung up from a tree, they’re f-u-c-k-i-n-g.”  On each letter, he took the opportunity to withdraw and plunge deep, pushing into my throat.  I was at exactly the right angle to ease his way, and each time he pressed into me it jiggled the nipple clamps, making me gasp around his erection.

Need unfurled inside me, drawing me out of ropespace and back into the moment.  I peeled my eyes open, blinking at the bright sun beaming through the leaves of the tree above me.  “Please, Master! I need to come. Oh, please.”

“Not quite yet, my sweet little slut.”

 

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